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<span class="mu-s">(EXTRA STORY: Spaghetti Dinner)</span>
After a hard fight like that, there was no better way to celebrate... than with spaghetti. Woldorian metros were comfortable transit stations, always coming equipped with certain facilities to sate and quench the hungers and thirsts of travelers. Beyond the typical bagel and coffee shop, concessions store, Metro-7 boasted a small authentic Mirrelian restaurant. Mirrelia, a region and integrated kingdom in Woldoria, was where such delicacies as pasta originated.
"Mhmmm!"
Seannsa licked her lips as she dug into her bountiful, huge plate of pasta.
"..."
Her ears perked up and she looked across the table as her fellows, all having plates long empty by now.
"...Wot?"
"This is your third plate..." Catastrovania pointed out.
"An'...?"
"You need ozempic..." Samurai Summers muttered.
"Mmfh! Oshem-vwat?"
"...Forget it..."
Seannsa shrugged, and continued to eat with glee. At least the cooks were happy to see someone who enjoyed their craft a lot.
"Oi!" She said, raising her finger at the passing waiter; "Tell the kitchin I'll be takin' an order of veal tah' go!"
Everyone else felt a bead of sweat rolling down their scalps.
